Snowclan cats take a Journey to Shadowclan! (CLOSED)

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    Greengaze


    ( power#258282 SURGE)

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    Snakepaw


    (@no One Really, Maybe Goldie)

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    Ooc: Yes, as I said before, we are not accepting at the moment.


    Ic: Tinypaw trudged through Twolegplace, her tail swishing from side to side. Every sound of monsters roaring by and dogs barking behind Twoleg brambles that blocked the dogs' path had frightened her.

    Ashpaw prodded her side. "Icekit." He hissed quietly.


    Tinypaw paused, looking up at an immense, red wall. The small holes in the side would be perfect for cats to get in, yet dogs and Twolegs wouldn't be able to. Without a thought, her paws led her inside.

    Tinypaw anxiously glanced around, sighting 2 ditch-shaped Twoleg objects, the smell of catnip inside of them tempted her to creep forward.

    Tinypaw's head sharply turned to him, suddenly wincing at the effort she put to twist her body around. "Have you got bees in your brain?" She scolded with a rasp.

    "Look, that could be dangerous. Let me test it out." Copperpaw put one paw on the object.


    (Whats the object?)

    Ooc: A bowl. xD But you never know. c8


    Ic: Tinypaw slightly bristled. "I'm not a kit, you know." She sighed, letting her fur lie flat again as she realized that Copperpaw was just being cautious. "Sorry." She mumbled.

    "It's okay. But you might want to be a bit more sensitive about the fact that you're carrying kits." Copperpaw meowed. "Wait, is this...catnip?"

    Tinypaw took a sniff at it, ignoring Copperpaw's comment about the kits. She had never technically admitted that she was carrying, but by now everyone must've knew it. "Yep." She finally meowed. "I remember that it was used for... Green-cough, I believe."

    "You'd best stay away from that. My uncle had a thing for catnip." Copperpaw meowed, shaking his head. "Poor fellow died while high, fallen off a cliff."

    Tinypaw took a step back, giving the catmint a quick investigation. "That must've sucked." She slightly groaned from the pang in her stomach.

    Tinypaw slowly nodded, taking a seat a few fox-tails behind Copperpaw. Her kits were bound to come soon, not yet, but soon. "Should we... Dispose..The catnip?"

    "Sure." Copperpaw knocked the bowl over, clamped the substance in his jaws and stepped outside. He buried the catnip and came back.

    By the time Copperpaw had come back, Tinypaw had comfortably lay herself down on an square-shaped object. It wasn't softer than moss because of it's hard covering. (A pillow) "Have you brought any other cat with you?" She asked, expecting to hear pawsteps at the door as she said those words.